Every time I fail at something in life. I think about how it was all my fault. I think about my faults over and over again to the point I retread on the progress I have made in my life. I think the worse part about failing, is that I am always failing at prospects or jobs that I never cared for in the first place. Jobs that I did not see long term progress in. I feared losing that for comfortability. I feared losing relationships, because I cared more for them, than I cared for myself. I always put my desires into things that do not mesh well with my desires.

I know moving forward I will fail. Everyone does, this is just life, we fail, and the story will always be about how we get back up. I’m ok dying being a labled a failure, as long as people know I tried being someone I have always wanted to be. However, it would mean nothing if I died being someone I never wanted to be.

I know for an opening post for a blog this can be corny, weird, inspirational for anyone who reads this. It’s all going to depend on how you found this, but I decided to find a reason for living. I thank you for reading this.

Love

Blue